Snowheart <3

(8) Oily marks appear on walls

Where pleasure moments hung before.

The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this..still life.

Hide and seek.

Trains and sewing machines.

(Oh, you won't catch me around here)

Blood and tears,

They were here first. (8)

Snow's here.

the first time i saw a speck of it, i was under a street lamp, holding a warm hand.

i wanted to take a picture of it.

instead i just stood there and looked at it, until i was pulled away.

Today it's so deep.

I did such a pretty picture in it.

do you like it?

Last night was awesome.

I felt a bit like this...

If that makes sense..

i had some beautiful kisses.

i felt really proud when two strands of my life met and mixed.

and i observed the people i shared a tiny room with in a completely different light.

which caused them to ask if i was ok, which i thought was hilarious :)

i cleaned up my best friends sick.

then i cleaned up another friend's sick, who was only sick because the other chick was sick.

pahahahahaha.

then i ran downstairs with this girl. and we were mesmerized by the fact that suddenly the outside of her house was completely coated in white, untouched by footprints as it was 5.30 in the morning. i pressed my face against the glass, breathed, and forgot everything for about 3 minutes. it was really special to me.

that's all for now.

enjoy the snow while it's here please, as the serenity and beauty of untouched snow cannot be matched by any other sight.